Rwandan Poet and youth activist, Akimana Divine writes bold verses that speak to all young people of her nation and beyond. She exposes moral decadence and other vices that corrupt the lives and dignity of her generation. Her poetic hymns are original, genuine and emanate from inner depth pit of herself. The heart-seizing passion, the mind raving rhythm and abundant reason illustrate her love of her people and her respect to the dignity of humanity. She writes this poetry volume with the voice of a teenager, despite her being of an old, thus the collection projects her life experiences, memories and tragedies she encountered during her teenage years. Divine's SCARS THAT SHAPE US is a testimony that she is a true voice of the youth, the voiceless, the abused, the poor and the vulnerable. This poetry collection is a story that carries voices of young African people and a voice representing those suffering in the dungeons of poverty, locked in chains of deliquesces and imprisoned behind the high walls of decadence. It is prose –poetry collection of an up and coming poet. She carries the promise of Rwanda, Africa and the globe. She is a wonderful daughter of Africa using her poetry voice to speak the truth, child rights, youth freedoms, disease, evils, delinquency and more.
Amazing Kalpna Singh-Chitnis roasts racial disparities in pans of imagery and fries cultural torment in hot chalice of reason
Kalpna Singh-Chitnis , Your poetry is a refined discord of nostalgia, a collage of warped dreams suffering from racial disparity and cultural torment. Your versifications are teeth gritting plea and heart-rending yearn of a migrant with her spirits dipped in soul draining loneliness, heart-pricking isolation and mind-tilting exclusion. A voice . A wonderful and powerful voice crying out loud to be heard by all climes and also by those within. Your poetry pricks , raves and rattles the heart of the reader. Your usual/actual audience are communities that experienced /experiencing the pain of migration , pangs of refuge-living , grinding lifestyles of exiles ,politically induced migrations , the plight economic exiles, victims of xenophobia and those racially/culturally whipped by winds of discrimination and whirlwinds of social exclusion. Your linguistic presentation is marked by verbal simplicity and as well decorated with depth in meaning . The rhythm is engaging and the reason is involving .You are a poetic voice qualified to be read , heard and learnt. TIME OF THE POET REPUBLIC remains persistent, resilient and prolific in archiving , featuring and publishing extraordinary voices in the name of Kalpna Singh-Chitnis
Avid World-view Reader Judith Elsevier Robb serenades us with her art of photography.
The virulent pandemic spat the venomous saliva of death unto land. The COVID19 Pandemic has strangled our dignity, we have become wretched orphans walking on this dying earth . Despair and hopelessness killed our promise of life . Judith Elsevier Robb, a wonderful photography artist captures nature with that excellent eye of a prolific reader , ardent naturalist and a super- talented observer. Her mesmerizing love for nature* images are a documentary of beauty and wonderment .The wisdom of these images entails us to view life unto the other side of the coin . We are thrilled and entertained to forget about rough experiences and painful jabs of COVID 19 pandemic . This photographic collage is an imagery of hope and a metaphor of light to all of us . As we were heavily bewitched and bereaved by the cruel tides of COVID 19 Pandemic. This instalment attests that our visual artist and avid worldview -reader Judith Elsevier Robb is a prophetess of light and soothsayer of the promised land . Her beautiful images are a prophecy of light ripping off the mist of fear , anxiety and despair from our hearts . It is our singular honor and profound pleasure to publish this super- photo artist Judith Elsevier Robb and this is our special legendary profile . Aluta Continua- ( Blurb by Mbizo CHIRASHA)
Hallowed ArtiVist Jambiya Kai walks into January with a Poetic Swag
JAMBIYA KAI is an undeletable and powerful South African Voice. Her diligently woven multi-genre/hybrid writings are unmatchable . Her poetry is marrow-tight revolutionary. Short stories are broken denims of sisal and torn cotton garments artistically knitted together to evoke our psychical pots with that rarity of mind-storming suspense and heart-stroking imagination. Jambiya writes hybrid essays that are tucked in straight uniforms of naked truth . Her metaphors rebukes political thuggery , economic thievery , social rot and moral decadence . Bullets from her pen slice open corrupt double-bellies of injustice and tyranny-busting saliva of her ink strangle to death devil-angels of dictatorship in Africa and abroad . Her poetry is life , tolerance and freedom, rot , decay , scars rolled in paradoxical imboza. In this mind -jamming instalment , TIME OF THE POET REPUBLIC feature an amazing set of poems by a long serving , resilient member , literary arts revolutionary and revered of the land JAMBIYA KAI . Happy 2021. Together We Rise -( Blurb by Mbizo CHIRASHA) .
Kenyan Storyteller Anne Njenga exposes patriarchal decadence through her nerve-throbbing Virgin of Sarova
he VIRGIN OF SAROVA is a psychical -raving , emotional-rattling and fast -paced traditional narrative spiritedly penned by fast rising Kenyan storyteller , Writer , broadcaster and educationist ANNE NJENGA . The surprises , twists within turns coupled with ever -mounting conflict , decadent grip of patriarch , hypocrisy , dark romance and unmatchable humor is silver-water crystal clear indication that Njenga is undoubtedly one of the great promise of the African story . She tells the story with the drama of a rock rabbit and the verve of lightening jolt . This powerfully- packed short story reveals grim experiences under the grinding grip of patriarchy - ( Blurb by Mbizo CHIRASHA)
Pen-Slinger Vongai Mujakachi inks -out TRUTH of doMestic Violence unto ragged skirts of our EARTH .
VONGAI MONICA MUJAKACHI, Your Poetry is a mouth-watering beef-biltong dipped in soul soup of simplified verbiage , astounding wit and marrow-rattling truth. Reading through your hair- raising versifications repented me once again to realize that they are daughters of this great earth born with rays of light boxed in their hearts , Poetry DNA carved onto their blood streams and likewise the blessing of a golden pen , their sickle of truth placed onto their gifted hands . Your poetry is a thud of truth reverberating red foothills of home. It is a drumbeat- throb of reason pop and cracking the minds of dozing readers . Your poetic recollections surpass your age . You are counted among the future of African Voices of Poetry . Your diligent delving into hot -soup matters of domestic violence , internal and emotional suffering , confessional poetry , psychical/emotional testimonies and your bold chronicling of COVID19 menace is a testimony that you are generational poet we can invest our confidence as our r representative of human kind. TIME OF THE POET REPUBLIC is prided in profiling Vongai Monica Mijakachi , a fast rising Zimbabwean based Artist based in Germany .ALUTA CONTINUA- ( Blurb by Mbizo CHIRASHA)
Poet Megha Sood is graffitiing wisdom and reason on rough-beaten paths of our earth
Megha Sood , Your poetry is a spiderweb of bone-marrow truth coughed out of decades of resilience and resistance .And sneezed from years roasted in sizzling pots of literary consciousness and psychical revolutions . The verbal vintage and pit-belly poetic depth signals unmatched dexterity of a pen-slinger cum griot graffitiing proverbial psalms on rough mats of the rainbow. Metaphors tidily polishing our evil -gripped earth with calamine of reason and lotions of wisdom from the stench of mental snoring .Poetry that walks again dead men into life .Your boldness transfigures our somber world into sobriety .Rhythm that resurrects sleeping souls to sing along and jive to the reverberating beat of the coming dawn . Your poetry is a sacred blessing gifted to Kings from ancient epochs onto modern times . Psychical prowess , verbal dexterity and the heart -thudding rhythm are triplets dictating the literary vitality of this nerve-wrecking but mindboggling poetry submission. TIME OF THE POET REPUBLIC is prided in archiving and profiling an globally acclaimed anthologist , poet extraordinaire, Hallowed Digital Poetry Artivist ,Proflic Curator and Poet Megha Sood .This is dope.( Blurb by Mbizo CHIRASHA)
REALITIES OF WALKING INTO THE NEW AGE OF THE NEW NORMAL: Writing my paradoxical eulogy for the year 2020 (A Personal Essay by Mbizo CHIRASHA)
The dawn of 2020 rose with rays of promise alongside a dark cloud pregnant with the iron wind .The life sapping and hope scorching iron wind perilously strangled every corner of this our earth of God. It ruthlessly unleashed wings of death onto the brave- land, America , into the oil sodden sand dunes of Persian Gulf to the dreamlands of South America , Trinidad and Tobago , Naracargua and unto the rice fields of the great Mahatma Gandi , the supreme land of India up to the vast rainforests of the Amazon basin , the Brazil . It raved through the British Columbia .The dark cloud and the heavy wind screeched their fart into the holy valleys of Jerusalem, the land of promise into Teleaviv and Gaza Strip. The Iron Wind skidded to a sudden halt in city squares of land that was once ruled by the iron fist of authoritarian fascist Benito Mussolini, into the Roman Catholic capital of Vatican, Italy. Pakistan and Palestine were not spared either, by the virulent Iron Wind. Then into Africa North of Sahara and Africa South of Sahara.
WordCity Monthly, December 2020 Issue #4
Letter from the Editor, Darcie Friesen Hossack There is not a particle of life that does not bear poetry within it.-Gustave Flaubert When we decided to create an Autumn and Winter Holiday-themed issue of WordCity for December, we had hoped to gather together a celebration of as many religious, cultural and seasonal offerings as possible. … Continue reading WordCity Monthly, December 2020 Issue #4
Poetry by William S. Peters, WordCity Monthly Nov2020 Issue3
William S. Peters A poem for the dead “I die daily” It is not as if I planned on dying . . . At least not at this time, But I, we always knew That death always lurked In the white shadows Of our lives Our hues and pigmentation Was a non-red flag That signaled … Continue reading Poetry by William S. Peters, WordCity Monthly Nov2020 Issue3
